Dating : Terri

I had a lot of near misses before you, but somehow I made it happen with you. I hit the spot. Deposited copious amounts of baby gravy. In a way, I wish I’d gotten you pregnant. I’d be a different person today. Probably would have inherited your dad’s scrapyard in Wyoming. And right now, I’d love to be different from whatever I am. I could suddenly go Trans just as easily as Gay or Republican or Terrorist or Terrier. It’s a bottomless food bar here. I can be anything I want. I might choose to be popcorn shrimp. That way, Iknow the whole family will eat a lot of me. Instead of beets.